Calling her ruan took her, she slowly tuned the instrument, taking her time and giving it the sweet and tender care that it deserved. It was an old instrument, but well cared for - having been passed down from mother to daughter for generations untold. Once she was sure the instrument was in tune, she began to play.
Her sigh of relief was almost audible as her playing carried across the air, the sound of the ruan's strings sweet to her ear. She was content, and completely focused in her playing now. Her only regret was there was no one else to hear the beautiful instrument but her.
Kaefaux